A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

Evans was born at 3:10

was the one who picked the

Rouemn, there was a simple building with windows that had a

anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking at the

was trapped in a room all year round, no matter how

looking outside. His

almost given up

He had lived two months longer

was standing behind him with a glass of water and medicine in

time for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded

seemed like he had not heard

there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured,

nose twitched when he

the year, the Evans Gardon would always

favorite

in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should

he began to fumble in

he stopped and

seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew

not call her,” he

have to give Cecilia too much

was very sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and

“Please take your medicine.

to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have

him and swallowed them

bed, and a nurse came in

done, Mark looked

got weaker and weaker until he

fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream

gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that

doctor had almost given up on

He had lived two months longer than

standing behind him with a glass of

take the medicine,”

seemed like he had not

After a while, he murmured,

when

the

her favorite food,” Mark

to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby

heard this, he began to fumble in his

stopped and

calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he

better not call her,”

didn’t have to give

Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water and

“Please take your medicine.

buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you

took the medicines from him and swallowed

bed, and a nurse came in to help put on the

she was done, Mark looked

phone got weaker and weaker until

for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This

where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong

was much like

a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when she got caught

this Cecilia in

and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark,

point, Mark woke

room were white, just like the

gently closed

felt he needed to have

felt cold all over his body. He

had probably gone to buy the pumpkin pies by

a plump foreign nurse was

home.

Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and

couldn’t change

he would never give up as long as he was

to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have

stay strong and fight

finding it difficult to

the bed and started to

plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to Czanch

he wanted to go

Mark’s pale fingers trembled as he thought

came back to

run into a snowstorm on his way, so

I’m just in time. The pumpkin pies are still

just then, he saw the paper planes Mark had been making

the paper planes and smiled

some of your pumpkin

only actually took a

was not more than a

putting it in his mouth, he put down the spoon

his eyes and

really want to go back home and have

Angela’s Library

But he

Mark’s phone rang. It was

now, it was around 4

looked at the caller ID. For a long

misses you,” Peter urged in a low

broke into

boy,”

Edwin, he decided to answer the phone. It

sounded a little

“Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her

birth to a girl that had been named

held the phone trembled so violently

Waylen said,

Mark closed his eyes.

a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

Waylen said, “Mark, no matter

for the emotional entanglement with

of his life.

and put

duration of the call, he never even dared to ask to

had been standing in the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one

“What happened?” he asked.

of the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up

this and he

great,” he said with a

sign on the first day of the new

in agreement and began to stroke one of the

to fly back home

Angela’s Library

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